Dr Murks decided to go to the library. He had taken it into a plan already in the beginning of the week but time just passed away and now it was already Friday. No wonder about the time as he visited cafeterias and bubs the whole Wednesday, had hangover-and-sewing-a-"kaba"dress-to-mother-day on Thursday and... now it was already Friday. Last change to visit library this week and do some scientific work after two days spent with friends and fun.
He woke up at 11 am. As Dr Murks went to sleep at 3 am last night (already 6th night like this in a row...), it was no surprise to wake up so late. He took a shower, drank the coffee, ate breakfast and at midday he managed to leave the house. He was kind a proud for himself as being so active this morning compared to last mornings before. But, but, but! He reached the library at 12.25 pm, the library was CLOSED. A sign on the door explained: "CLEANING DAY. Open from 3 pm to 9 pm." What can you say or do. "NICE, very NICE!" thought Dr Murks and quickly decided not to go home - there he would just find to many activities that keep him away from working. He decided to look around in town and as it was raining a little he decided to go on a bus. To take the bus, sit there, read something and look out from the window what the people are up to on the streets. So he did.
Dr Murks sat happily in the bus. People with umbrellas were walking around, people without umbrellas were running toward the shelters. The bus got so full of people that Dr Murks decided to give the seat to an old woman and stood up. suddenly he noticed a small red bus by next bus stop, these were the ticket-controllers. Everybody should buy a ticket from a kiosk by the street or from bus-driver. You get a piece of paper and you have to punch the ticket in a special machine in the bus that makes pattern of holes in it, original only for this bus that you can't use it more than once.
Hmmm. Dr Murks didn't have a ticket. He always "forgets" to buy one. Sometimes really forgets but quite often he just doesn't bother himself with the ticket. As he is not using public transportation so often, more walking to the places he needs to go, on these few times he hopes not to meet ticket-controllers. They are not so often on the buses. But sometimes it happens. Dr Murks had payed the fine twice in his life but he thought that the sum doesn't cover the tickets he never bought... "So, " he thought, "it is not pleasant that I have to pay. Specially because the controllers are looking at you as you were committed a big crime. But at the same time, it is my own fault that I don't have a ticket. To pay the fine is only fare."
He was standing by the last door of bus but there was no possibility to sneak out course when bus stopped and controllers game in from the first door the driver didn't even open other doors. So, Dr Murks was standing there and already coping with this disappointed face the controller will make when he will say: " I don't have a ticket." But then... It is really possible only once in a lifetime! Dr Murks noticed something lying in the bottom of rubbish bin in front of him. It was a small piece of paper, it had the same measures as bus tickets and even had holes in it. Somebody had thrown it there before leaving the bus. Dr Murks had done the same the times he had bought the ticket - left it to some visible place in the bus that somebody could use who needs transportation but has some reason for not buying the ticket. And now somebody helped him! Dr Murks took it quickly and showed it to the controller. The holes where matching! Dr Murks smiled nicely to the controller and he replayed with a smile. Happy people!
Before Dr Murks left the bus the ticket found his place in the pin again.
He woke up at 11 am. As Dr Murks went to sleep at 3 am last night (already 6th night like this in a row...), it was no surprise to wake up so late. He took a shower, drank the coffee, ate breakfast and at midday he managed to leave the house. He was kind a proud for himself as being so active this morning compared to last mornings before. But, but, but! He reached the library at 12.25 pm, the library was CLOSED. A sign on the door explained: "CLEANING DAY. Open from 3 pm to 9 pm." What can you say or do. "NICE, very NICE!" thought Dr Murks and quickly decided not to go home - there he would just find to many activities that keep him away from working. He decided to look around in town and as it was raining a little he decided to go on a bus. To take the bus, sit there, read something and look out from the window what the people are up to on the streets. So he did.
Dr Murks sat happily in the bus. People with umbrellas were walking around, people without umbrellas were running toward the shelters. The bus got so full of people that Dr Murks decided to give the seat to an old woman and stood up. suddenly he noticed a small red bus by next bus stop, these were the ticket-controllers. Everybody should buy a ticket from a kiosk by the street or from bus-driver. You get a piece of paper and you have to punch the ticket in a special machine in the bus that makes pattern of holes in it, original only for this bus that you can't use it more than once.
Hmmm. Dr Murks didn't have a ticket. He always "forgets" to buy one. Sometimes really forgets but quite often he just doesn't bother himself with the ticket. As he is not using public transportation so often, more walking to the places he needs to go, on these few times he hopes not to meet ticket-controllers. They are not so often on the buses. But sometimes it happens. Dr Murks had payed the fine twice in his life but he thought that the sum doesn't cover the tickets he never bought... "So, " he thought, "it is not pleasant that I have to pay. Specially because the controllers are looking at you as you were committed a big crime. But at the same time, it is my own fault that I don't have a ticket. To pay the fine is only fare."
He was standing by the last door of bus but there was no possibility to sneak out course when bus stopped and controllers game in from the first door the driver didn't even open other doors. So, Dr Murks was standing there and already coping with this disappointed face the controller will make when he will say: " I don't have a ticket." But then... It is really possible only once in a lifetime! Dr Murks noticed something lying in the bottom of rubbish bin in front of him. It was a small piece of paper, it had the same measures as bus tickets and even had holes in it. Somebody had thrown it there before leaving the bus. Dr Murks had done the same the times he had bought the ticket - left it to some visible place in the bus that somebody could use who needs transportation but has some reason for not buying the ticket. And now somebody helped him! Dr Murks took it quickly and showed it to the controller. The holes where matching! Dr Murks smiled nicely to the controller and he replayed with a smile. Happy people!
Before Dr Murks left the bus the ticket found his place in the pin again.
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Murks, see on muidugi tore lugu, aga mitte eeskujulik! aiaiai:)
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